She dances en pointe, spins circles in her borrowed dress and forced smile, the little sister, damaged and in need of help, just a poor child who knows too much but cannot quantify any of what she feels, a floating angel in the darkness of space.
They cannot know the strength within, the power inside, the woman hidden by the girl, who will rise up in time.
They protect her from the monsters, so they say inside their heads, not knowing the only real threat lies deep within her own mind and body, waiting to emerge, to destroy, to avenge.
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She dances en pointe, spins circles in her borrowed dress and forced smile, the little sister, damaged and in need of help, just a poor child who knows too much but cannot quantify any of what she feels, a floating angel in the darkness of space.
They cannot know the strength within, the power inside, the woman hidden by the girl, who will rise up in time.
They protect her from the monsters, so they say inside their heads, not knowing the only real threat lies deep within her own mind and body, waiting to emerge, to destroy, to avenge.